Echo Panterra
Joined March 2021
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Stories (2/0)
Black Fade
Days have passed, I’m sure of it. That much...I should know. Do I know? I do not know where I am. I do not know what time it is. To be clear, I’m not even sure how many days have passed. All I know is black. The feel of the gritty floor beneath my hands and the slight draft telling me I’m inside somewhere, perhaps a basement of sorts.
By Echo Panterra3 years ago in Fiction
New Oblivion
"Just read it, Helena." The dust motes dancing in the winter sun beams breaking through the blinds of my apartment in these early hours of the evening bring the words back to me. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, tracing the cracks, counting them, as my fingers play in the pale golden beams of light dancing with the dust.
By Echo Panterra3 years ago in Futurism